I did something a little crazy last week: I had fun.
In late June, I decided to revamp my very old, very basic website, on which I kept a selection of past columns.
In recent weeks, I’ve learned something about myself: I like people.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been having a delightful spring. I feel more at ease this year, more able to enjoy the longer days and warmer weather, and less worried that I’m falling behind on my to-do list.
Last Thursday while lifting weights, I felt a twinge in my lower back. I corrected my form, finished the workout and forgot all about it.
There’s nothing quite as enjoyable as spending a spring evening fishing. At least that’s what Mark says. But then, he practically grew up with a fishing pole over his shoulder. I grew up with a book bag over mine.
Statistics show that 73% of older adults develop a weird fascination with birds.
When I’m in the mood for a home renovation project but we lack the money or time to start one, I turn to the second-best option: painting a room.
Who needs humorist Dave Barry when we have our own funnier Jessie Raymond? Every column she writes nails our life in these times.
Inflation is crazy right now. As expected, it’s hitting groceries and gas. I had no idea, however, that the cost of bears would go up so much.
These are the times that try humor columnists’ souls.
When it comes to humans and cats, we all know who’s in charge. In our house it’s our gray shorthair, Lily.
I’ve recently returned to my newest and, at the moment, least favorite hobby: weaving.
The tight fit limits my mobility; even the most basic movements, such as reaching across my chest to put on my seatbelt, become full-body workouts. I once hit my target heart rate just trying to close the back hatch on the car.
This Christmas, Mark got me the world’s greatest gift: a metal detector.
